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CATHARINE E. BEECHER

MISS CATHARINE ESTHER BEECHER whose portrait we give on page 372 was the eldest child of the Rev. Lyman Beecher and Roxana Foote his wife. She was born September 6 1800 at the little parsonage of Easthampton Long Island and died May 12 1878 at the home of her brother the Rev. Thomas K. Beecher Elmira New York. The immediate cause of her death was apoplexy with which she was stricken on the morning of the 10th. Miss Beecher was in the highest sense a representative American woman. Her long life was mainly devoted to the elevation of her own sex and to the educational interests of the country and her passing away is even at her advanced age a public loss. Inheriting rare gifts from both parents the little daughter of the Beechers early evinced a disposition to acquire knowledge. There was not much money in the home for the minister's annual salary for years did not go beyond $400 but there was genuine culture and an atmosphere of intellectual activity. As children multipled and necessities increased Mrs. Beecher determined to eke out deficiencies by establishing a school in which undertaking she was aided by a sister. The care of the little ones thus fell to some degree upon Catharine but notwithstanding many interruptions she so earnestly bent herself to study that she acquired the fundamental parts of a broad and thorough education while still very young. For music she early manifested a decided taste and her talent was sedulously cultivated under the best attainable masters until she became an accomplished pianist and a fine singer.

In 1810 the family removed from Easthampton to Litchfield Connecticut and the five ensuing years were spoken of by Catharine long afterward as probably the happiest of her father's life. She remembered them as full of "sunshine love and busy activity." The schools in Litchfield were of a high order society was agreeable and the large elastic home circle was delightful. Then Scott Byron and Moore were issuing their works at intervals and they were eagerly read and discussed in the bright New England household. Books of travel and ponderous treatises on theology formed part of the mental bill of fare and every thing was brought to the test by sparkling witty and fearless conversation in which social endowment Miss Beecher excelled to the last.

The death of her mother in 1816 threw a deep shadow over the home and greatly augmented Catharines cares. Until her fathers second marriage she was elder sister and mother combined to the band of brothers and sisters who all the way from their teens to babyhood needed direction and help. There were William Edward Mary George Harriet Henry Ward and Charlesenough surely to fill the heart and hands of a sister just sixteen when this responsibility became hers. But she acquitted herself well and proved as generally during life equal to the situation which confronted her.

In 1822 she experienced a heavy sorrow. Professor Fisher of Yale College her affianced was drowned off the south coast of Ireland. The vessel in which he was a passenger went ashore in a terrific storm and all on board perished. This shock bore crushingly on the loving heart which it made desolate. For a time health gave way and religious faith was unsettled. But she rallied after a year's prostration and thence onward her whole life from youth until its close was consecrated to unselfish endeavor toward noble ends. The dream of a happy married life, and a home in which she should be queen was over but she set herself to the task of fitting other women to make happy homes and to be excellent wives and mothers. Never enjoying unbroken health she aimed to teach others how to be strong and well. With voice and pen she preached the gospel of a sound mind in a sound body.

Her first enterprise was the establishment of a High School for Girls at Hartford. It immediately took and maintained a high rank gained a wide reputation and sent forth graduates who were eagrly sought for as teachers throughout New England. In 1832 Dr. Beecher went to Cincinnati. Thither Miss Beecher accompanied him and aided by her sister Harriet (Mrs. Stowe) she began a Female Seminary which soon acquired influence in the then rapidly growing West.

MISS CATHARINE E. BEECHER. - PHOTOGRAPHED BY C. TOMLINSON. - [SEE PAGE 371.]

Soon after this she became lame and was for a time laid aside from teaching. But her spirit was undaunted. Notwithstanding physical drawbacks she travelled hundreds of miles in the Northwest and familiarized herself with the needs of that great and new region. She organized a thorough system of home missionary work. When it was fairly under way, she engaged in a scheme for supplying the West with accomplished teachers from the East. A society was formed of which Governor Slade of Vermont was secretary. It sent out a great many able teachers a large proportion of whom married soon after reaching their fields of labor. Though comparatively few adhered to their vocation of teaching yet the infusion of such an element into the social life of the West was vastly beneficial in its results upon the community. Miss Beechers next step was to personally supervise the establishment of girls' schools modelled upon the celebrated institution at Mount Holyoke at important points in the West. One of these was located at Milwaukee and others in different parts of Illinois. She would maintain her superintendence over each of these until it was set on a firm basis and then proceed to a remote place and begin another.

As an author she was industrious and successful. Her contributions to the religious press and her books were devoted to topics which concern every-day life. Some of the latter have become household classics. Harper & Brothers issues successively her Appeal to the People in

Behalf of their Rights as the Authorized Interpreters of the Bible; her Common-Sense applied to Religion; or The Bible and the People; her Housekeeper and Healthkeeper; Domestic Receipt-Book; Physiology and Calisthenics, a text-book for the use of schools; Letters to the People on Health and Happiness; and The Religious Training of Children in the Family the School and the Church. The latter three are especialy addressed to mothers and teachers. To the last days of her life Miss Beecher took a deep interest in her books. In a letter to her publishers bearing date April 26 1878 she said: "I am now trying to have our common schools do more to educate woman for her proper business as housekeeper and healthkeeper and for this I am consulting various influential friends of education." In the same letter she speaks of a friend saying: "- is in great want of something to do as am I also both of us now having good health and good spirits."

Writing again May 8 but two days before her fatal attack she spoke earnestly of her plans and of her desire to have the facts relating to the science of common life as conscientiously set forth in her books made a part of the curriculum of the common schools. Even at this time she was planning an extended tour for the improvement of common-school education among the working classes desiring particularly that girls should be thoroughly informed with regard to the principles of physiology and chemistry so that they might be better fitted for practical life and work.

My plan she said is to consult the heads of womens institutions and the superintendents of common schools this summer and see if what ought to be done can be done. I am in correspondence with the best leaders of popular education in this vicinity and am going to Philadelphia and New Jersey to see others and am forming womens committees to co-operate. I hope to be in Phildelphia in about ten days. I am stronger than for years but take no new responsibilities. I am to be only a helper not a leader.

These must have been almost her last utterances. Her brother the Rev. Thomas K. Beecher writes on May 14: Of her dying, it can only be said that after fifty-five hours of absolute unconsciousness and of quiet broken only by breathing she ceased at last even so much of effort and slept well having entered into rest.

Miss Beechers home has been in recent years with her brother Edward in Brooklyn. She took a deep interest in the charitable work of that city, and when more than seventy-five years old organized the Twenty-third Ward Charity Mission there - an enterprise intended to afford temporary relief to the needy without encouraging pauperism. She was always bright witty and sympathetic a jolly companion and at Christmastime she was sought for in gay houses that her presence might add to the gladness. She would play for the children to dance help them get up entertainments and write their speeches but had old-fashioned notions of propriety and expected them to behave well. Her voice retained much of its sweetness and she was fond of the old hymns of which she knew sixty by heart. She sketched cleverly and her friends treasure specimens of her skill. During the last twenty-five

HISTORIC PAINTINGS

A List of Those in the Statehouse at Annapolis

[Special to The American. Annapolis Md. February 11. - Governor Lowndes has had prepared the following list of historical paintings in the Statehouse:

1. A three-quarter length portrait of George Calvert first Lord Baltimore as secretary of state a copy from the original by Mytens in the gallery of the Earl of Vernlam Glastonbury England presented by John W. Garrett.

2. A full-length of Pitt Lord Chatham in Roman costume standing by the altar of liberty as vindicator of America; painted by Charles Wilson Peale; has been engraved in mezzotint by C. W. Peale.

4. Washington Lafayette and General Tilghman of Maryland full-length with the surrender of Yorktown suggested in the background; painted by Charles Wilson Peale for the state in 1785.

5 6 7 Charles Carroll of Carrollton by Sully; Judge Samuel Chase Thomas Stone and William Paca signers of the Declaration; full-length by Bordley.

8. Thomas Holliday Hicks governor during the civil war; full-length by J.K. Harley.

9. Washington Resigning His Commission; a large historical composition by Edwin White; painted for the state.

10. The Planting of the Colony of Maryland Under Leonard Calvert Governor St. Clements Island March 25 1634; large historical composition painted for the state by Frank B. Mayer 1894; photogravene by A.W. Elson Boston.

Portraits of the governors of Maryland11 Thomas Johnson; 12 General Smallwood; 13 William Paca; 14 George Plater; 15 John N. Stone; 16 Samuel Spriggs; 17 John Eager Howard by Otis or Inman; 18 Robert Wright; 19 Frank Brown; also Washington by Stuart; General Jackson by Johnson.

In the grounds of the State House are the bronze statues of Chief Justice Roger B. Taney by William H. Rinehart; Bron DeKalb by Ephraim Keyser made for United States government as per resolution of Congress 1781. There are also many prints framed documents etc of interest in the Statehouse Library.

WHO SHALL GO FIRST

Who shall go first to the shadowly land My love or I? Whose will it be in grief to stand And press the cold unanswering hand Wipe from the brow the dew of death And catch the softly fluttering breath Breathe the loved name nor hear reply In anguish watch the glazing eye; His or mine?

Which shall bend over the wounded sod My love or I? Commending his precious soul to God Till the doleful fall of the muffled clod Startles the mind to a consciousness Of its bitter anguish and life distress Dropping the pall o'er the love-lit past With a mournful murmur the last - the last My love or I?

Ah! then, perchance to that mourner there My love or I? Wrestling with anguish and deep despair An angel shall come through the gates of prayer And the burning eyes shall cease to weep And the sobs melt down in a sea of sleep While fancy freed from the chains of day Through the shadowly dreamland floats away; My love or I?

Which shall return to the desolate home My love or I? And list for a step that shall never come And hark for a voice that must still be dumb While the half-stunned senses wander back To the cheerless life and thorny track Where the silent room and the vacant chair Have memories sweet and hard to bear; My love or I?

And then methinks on that boundary land My love and I! The mourn'd and the mourner together shall stand Or walk by those rivers of shining sand Till the dreamer awakened at dawn of day Finds the stone of his sepulchre rolled away And over the cold dull waste of death The warm bright sunlight of holy Faith My love and I!

PATIENCE WITH LOVE. BY GEORGE KLINGLE.

They are such tiny feet: They have gone such a little way to meet The years which are required to break Their steps to evenness and make Them go More sure and slow.

They are such little hands: Be kind. Things are so new and life but stands A step beyond the doorway. All around New day has found Such tempting things to shine upon and so The hands are tempted hard you know.

They are such new young lives: Surely their newness shrives Them well of many sins. They see so much That being mortal they would touch That if they reach We must not chide but teach.

They are such fond clear eyes That open wide to surprise At every turn; they are so often held To suns or shower - showers soon dispelled By looking in our face Love asks for such much grace.

They are such fair frail gifts; uncertain as the rifts Of light that lie along the sky - They may not be here by and by - Give them not love but more - above And harder - patience with the love.

ANOTHER YEAR. BY L. A. P.

What will the coming new year bring to me? Why do I seek to know? It may be billows like a surging sea Of some o'erwhelming woe; And if O Loving God 'tis Thy decree It must be better so. I have no promise that a sunny sky Will smile the long year through; That summer's fleecy clouds will always lie Against the peaceful blue; Nor that fierce storms will always pass me by - They have their mission too. And if for me the hidden future hath Some struggle sharp and wild; If storms and tempest-clouds obscure my path Where once the sunlight smiled; I know life's ills are sent in love - not wrath - And like a trusting child O loving Father! I would lean on Thee - My only strength and stay; Since Thou hast promised that my strength shall be Proportioned to my day! Still closer let Thy love encircle me As human loves decay. And if perchance some rare bright day shall dawn Upon my darkened skies; Some glorious day of love and blessing born Shall meet my wondering eyes; With silent thankfulness I'll greet the morn That brings such glad surprise. Whate'er God deemth best - if loss or gain - To make my life complete; Whate'er my path - if it be joy or painI walk with willing feet Life's untried ways - and He will make it plain When He shall deem it meet. I would not if I could forever bask Beneath a kindly sun But cheerfully take up each daily task Fulfilling one by one With faithfulness! nor ever wish or ask Aught save Thy will be done. I do not fear or shrink to meet my fate! But with a patience sweet I sow - and learn the Master's time to wait For life's slow-garnered wheat; Ready that when He cometh - soon or late - To lay it at His feet.

REJOICE. BY JOAQUIN MILLER. Bear Me Out of the Battle for Lo! I Am Sorely Wounded. [From the Boston Globe.]

I. From out my deep wide-bosomed West Where unnamed heroes hew the way For worlds to folow with stern zest - Where gnarled old maples make array Deep-scared from Red Men gone to rest - Where pipes the quail where squirrels play Through tossing trees with nuts for toy A boy steps forth clear-eyed and tall A bashful boy a soulful boy Yet comely as the sons of Saul - A boy all friendless poor unknown Yet heir apparent to a throne.

II. Lo! Freedom's bleeding sacrifice! So like some tall oak tempest-blown Beside the storied stream he lies Now at the last pale-browed and prone A nation kneels with streaming eyes - A nation supplicates the Throne - A nation holds him by the hand - A nation sobs aloud at this. The only dry eyes in the land Now at the last I think are his. Why we should pray God knoweth best That this grand patient soul should rest.

III. The world is round. The wheel has run Full circle. Now behold a grave Beneath the old loved trees is done. The druid oaks lift up and wave A solemn welcome back. The brave Old maples murmur every one Receive him, Earth. In centre land As in the centre of each heart - As in the hollow of God's hand The coffin sinks. And with it part All party hates! Now not in vain He bore his peril and hard pain.

IV. Therefore I say rejoice! I say The lesson of his life was much - This boy that won as in a day The world's heart utterly; a touch Of tenderness and tears; the page Of history grows rich from such; His name the nation's heritage - But O! as some sweet angel's voice Spake this brave death that touched us all Therefore I say rejoice! rejoice!! Run high the flags! Put by the pall! Lo! all is for the best for all!

Napoleon's Parents.

The family of Bonapartes were of pure Italian race; there was not a drop of French blood in any of them. Their ancestors had come from the mainland in the early history of Corsica and their names are found in the remote annals of Ajaccio. Carlo Bonaparte was a poor gentleman of eccellent breeding and character who married in his youth a young and romantic girl named Letizia Ramolino who followed him in his campaigns up to the moment of the birth of Napoleon. It is impossible to say how much the history of Europe owes to the high heart and indomitable spirit of this soldierly woman. She never relinquished her authority in her family. When all her children were princes and potentates she was still the sever stern Madame Mere. The beatufy and grace of Josephine Beauharnais never conquered her; the sweet Tyrolese prettiness of Maria Louisa won from her only a sort of contemptuous indulgence. When her mighty son ruld the continent she was the only human being whose chidings he regarded or endured. She was faithful in her rebukes while the sun shone and when calamity came her undaunted spirit was still true and devoted to the fallen. Her provincial habit of economy stood her in good stead in her vigorous old age; she was rich when the empire had passed away and her grandchildren needed her aid. It must have been from her that Napoleon took his extraordinary character for Carlo Bonaparte though a brave soldier and an ardent patriot in his youth was of an easy and genial temper inclined to take the world as he found it and not to insist too much on having it go in his especial way. After the cause of Corsican liberty was lost by the success of the French arms he accepted the situation without regret and becoming intimate with the conquerors he places as many of his family as possible on the rench pension list. His sons Napoleon and Louis were given scholarships at Brienne and at Autun and his eldest daughter Elise entered the royal institution at St. Cyr. While yet in the prime of life he died of the same deadly disease which was the finish Napoleons days at St. Helena; and the heroic mother her responsibilites becoming still heavier by this blow lived for eight years longer amid the confusion and civil tumult which had become chronic in Corsica; and then after the capture of the island by the English in 1793 she made her escape with her children to Marseilles where she lived several years in great penury. - Harper's Magazine

HOW IT IS BORNE It is strange how differently a deep trouble shall affect different persons. One cries aloud for sympathy with outstretched hands of anguish. Another clasps the hands tightly over the poisoned arrow to conceal it from all eyes and silently dies of the pain. Another affects jollity and rushes wildly from one excitement to another hoping for nothing caring for nothing save never to be left one moment alone with his misery. Which of all these is the greater sufferer God and his own soul only knoweth. To fly is not always to shun. He who placing a chair for Misery accepts him for an inevitable guest and goes on with his ordinary employments all the same as if he wer enot there stands the surest chance to be rid of him or grow indifferent to his unwelcome presence. To all however it is not given to do this; but at least even for them there cometh an end to all things. FANNY FERN.

HELEN HUNT JACKSON

It is something for a woman to leave a perfume in literary history as did Madame De Recamier for instance but it is more to quicken the moral sentiment of a nation; and the poet novelist and essayist who is known to readers as H.H. and who died in San Francisco on the 12th of August in her fifty-fifth year deserves such praise as this. Trained in the best traditions of a New England home the daughter of a professor in a New England college and the graduate of a young ladies' seminary in New England H.H. was a proselytizer on principle; married when young to an accomplished engineer officer Captain E.B. Hunt of the United States army and for more than ten years the companion of his journeys and his studies she widened the range of her intellectual horizon and tempered her moral enthusiasm with a wholesome dash of worldly wisdom. Bereft successively of three or four charming children and of her devoted husband she found in literary work the solace of expression and gave to the world from her retirement at Newport or from her much-needed diversion in various European cities the volume of Verses the Bits of Foreign Travel and the story of Mercy Philbricks Choice. But additional affliction was requisite to the development of her profoundest nature and the illness that drove her to Colorado in search of health gave H.H. the opportunity of learning what she believed to be the oppression of the Indians by the United States government and of applying to the great work of righting their wrongs the acute moral purpose of a typical New England woman the worldly wisdom of an army officers wife and the literary culture that had blossomed from her ned to earn a living and to divert herself from the contemplation of a manifold and deeply rooted sorrow. By her luminous historical sketch A Century of Dishonor by her artistically conceived and executed novel Ramona and by her able official report as Commissioner of the United States government on the condition and needs of the Mission Indians of California H.H. became the foremost champion of the red man's rights and the most statesman-like of American women. You have never fully realized she wrote on her death-bed to a friend how for the last four years my whole heart has been full of the Indian cause - how I have felt as the Quakers say a concern to work for it.

Some of her acquaintances it must be confessed never quite understood H.H. as a personality. Possessed of a wealth of ideas that was almost German and of an enthusiasm for applying them that was almost French she sometimes struck those who did not know her well as oppressively

omniscient; endowed with an almost masculine force resolution and execution she sometimes struck those who did not know her well as positively discourteous. On one occasion while calling at the office of a New York newspaper for the purpose of seeing a member of the staff who happened to be absent she was met by the editor-in-chief who instead of sending a boy to announce the fact that the person she had asked for was out of town had gallantly gone out of his way to communicate the intelligence himself. She looked him steadily in the face for the space of ten seconds and then letting fly the arrow I did not come to see you sir walked out of the room. But the amenity and even gayety of her disposition were a delight to her friends although they too well knew that she held in reserve the talent of making herself feared.

Of her literary style it may be said that it was not a style of crotchets or grotesqueness. It was cultivated and spontaneous and it was her own. Poetry was less to her than prose for in prose she championed the cause for which she had a concern to work; but her melodies were fresh and sweet. Pervaded by the modern spirit her art was nevertheless Semitic in tone appealing not to the dainty aesthetes but to serious persons and in profound sympathy with the moral life of the nation.

SAVED THE RECESSIONAL.

Mrs. Kipling Rescued It from the Wastebasket.

One of the newspaper men who interviewed Rudyard Kipling during his recent visit to South Africa writes of him in the Cape Times: -

He takes his work hard. He is tremendously in earnest about it; anxious to give of his best; often dissatisfied with his best. He is quite comically dissatisfied with success; quite tragically haunted by the fear that this or that piece of work felt intensely by himself in writing and applauded even by high and mighty critics is in reality cheap and shoddy in execution and will be cast in damages before the higher court of posterity. When Rudyard Kipling had written The Recessional he was depressed by its shortcomings of his private conception tha the threw the rough copy in the wastepaper basket. Thence Mrs. Kipling rescued it. But for Mrs. Kipling we should have had no Recessional! For his best patriotic poems he has declined to accept pay.

RECESSIONAL

God of our fathers known of old - Lord of our far-flung battle-line Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine - Lord God of Hosts be with us yet Lest we forget - lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies - The captains and the kings depart. Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts be with us yet Lest we forget - lest we forget!

Far-called our navies melt away - On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations spare us yet Lest we forget - lest we forget!

If drunk with sight of power we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe - Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law - Lord God of Hosts be with us yet Lest we forget - lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shardAll valient dust that builds on dust And guarding calls not Thee to guardFor frantic boast and foolish word Thy Mercy on Thy People Lord! Amen.

A Visitors [?] Will

Sunday June 25th 1893.

When he has left your house hold [shrine?] And its dear charmes are left behind. May there abride within your [bowers?] The mem'ry of Those pleasant hours. Far from the city's hum Spent in [Quarcerdom?]

Where [Madarns?] face is want to glow; And lordly cheer to over flow. An added grace from [Nethies?] glance, To make the [eayish?] heart to dance, To that old refrain Full of love and pain.

To those behind May bad be kind.

[ from M. Marine?]

A VERITABLE POEM OF POEMS

A lady of SanFrancisco is said to have occupied a year in hunting up and fitting together the following thirty-eight lines from thirty -eight ENglish poets. The names of the authors are given below:

1- Why all this toll for the triumph of an hour?

2- Life's a short summer, man a flower.

3- By turn we carch the vital breath and die'

4- The cradle and the toumb, alas! so nigh.

5- To be is better far than not to be,

6- Though all man's life may seem a tragedy;

7- But light cares speak when mighty cared are dumb.

8- The bottom is but shallow whence they come.

9- Your fate is but the common fate of all;

10- Unmingled joys here to no man befall.

11- Nature to each allots his proper sphere,

12- Fortune makes folly her peculliar care;

13- Custom does often reason overrule,

14- And throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.

15- Live well, how long or short, permit to heaven,

16- They who forgive the most shall be most forgiven.

17- Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face-

18- Vile intercourse where virtue has not place;

19- Then keep each passion down, however dear;

20- Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear;

21- Her sensual snares, let faithless pleasure lay

22- With craft and skill to ruin and betray:

23- Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise,

24- We masters grow of all that we despise.

25- O, then renounce that impious self-esteem;

26- Ritches have wings, and grandour is a dream.

27- Think not ambition wise because 'tis brave,

28- The path of glory leads but to the grave.

29- What is ambition? 'Tis a glorious cheat.

30- Only destructive of the brave and great.

31- What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown?

32- The way to bliss lies not on beds of down.

33- How long we live, not years, but actions tell;

34- That man lives twice who lives the first life well.

35- Make, then, while yet we may, your God your friend,

36- Whom Christians worship, yet not comprehend.

37-The trust that's given guard, and to yourself be just!

38- For, Live we how we can, yet die we must.

1. Young; 2. Dr. Johnson; 3. Pope; 4. Prior; 5. Sewell; 6. Spenser; 7. Daniel; 8. Sir Walter Raleigh; 9. Longfellow; 10. Southwell; 11. Congreve; 12. Churchill; 13. Rochester; 14. Armstrong; 15. Milton; 16. Bailey; 17. Trench; 18. Somerville; 19. Thomson; 20. Byron; 21. Smollett; 22. Crabbe; 23. Massinger; 24. Crowley; 25. Beattle; 26. Cowper; 27. Sir Walter Davenant 28. Gray; 29. Willis; 30. Addison; 31. Dryden; 32. Francis Quarles; 33. Watkins; 34. Herrick; 35. William Mason; 36. Hill; 37. Dana; 38. Shakspeare.

ANSWERS SOLICITED.--The following are fifty conundrums, the answers to which are the names of fifty popular authors.

Teachers, and the advanced pupils in our schools are requested to send in answers, and when the list is complete it will be published.

1. What a rough man said to his son when he wished him to eat properly. 2. Is a lion's house, dug in the side of a hill where there is no water. 3. Pilgrims and flatterers have knelt low to kiss him. 4. Makes and mends for first class customers. 5. Represents the dwellings of civilized old men. 6.Is a kind of linen. 7. Is worn on the head. 8. A name that means such fiery things I can't describe their pains and stings. 9. Belongs to a monastery. 10. Not one of the four points of the compass, but inclining towards one of them. 11. Is what an oysterheap is apt to be. 12. Is a chain of hills containing a certain dark treasurer. 13. Always youthful you see, But between you and me, He never was much of a chicken. 14. An American manufacturing town. 15. Humpbacked but not deformed. 16. An internal pain. 17. Value of a word. 18. A ten footer whose name begins with fifty. 19. A brighter and smarter than the other one. 20. A worker in precious metals. 21. A very vital part of the body. 22. A lady's garment. 23. Small talk and a heavy weight. 24. A prefix and a disease. 25. Comes from an unlearned pig. 26. A disagreeable fellow to have on one's foot. 27. A sick place of worship. 28. A mean dog, 'tis. 29. An official dreaded by the students of English Universities. 30. His middle name is suggestive of an Indian or a Hottentot. 31. A manufactured metal. 32. A game and a male of the human species. 33. An answer to "Which is the greater poet, William Shakspeare or Martin F. Tupper?" 34. Meat! what are you doing? 35. Is very fast indeed. 36. A barried build of an edible. 37. To agitate a weapon. 38. Red as an apple, black as night, A heavenly sign or a "perfect fright." 39. A domestic worker. 40. A slang exclamation. 41. Pack away closely, never scatter, And doing so, you'll soon get at her. 42. A young domestic animal. 43. One that is more than a sandy shore. 44. A fraction in currency and the prevailiug fashion. 45. Mamma in the perfect health my child, and thus he named a poet mild. 46. A girl's name and a male relative. 47. Take a heavy field piece, nothing loth, and in a thrice you have them both. 48. Put an eligible grain twixt an ant and a bee, and a much beloved poet you will speedily see. 49. A common domestic animal and what it can never do. 50. Each human head, in time, 'tis said, will turn to him, tho' he be dead

ENIGMA I am composed of 37 letters: My 11, 18, 16, 35, 31, is the present time. My 3, 2, 5, 10, is what we should improve. My 22, 9, 20, is plentiful Winter. My 25, 4, 18, 34, 16, is not a discord. My 32, 10, 6, 30, 26, 20, 28, occurs in the first stanza of Yankee Doodle. My 7, 29, 17, 9, 12, 37, 19, was the author of this quatation. My 1, 24, 8, 30, 23, 29, 20, 28, is an American poet. My 36, 14, 21, 15, 20, 17, 25, 10, is a manufcturing town in Massachusetts. My 30, 33, 27, 16, is a cold-blooded animal. My 13, 35, 29, 3, is to linger. My whole is a famous sentence spoken near the close of the war. ADA & ALLIE.

PRONUNCIATION - A copy of Webster's Unabridged Dictinary was offered at a Teacher's Institute in Pennsylvania to any teacher who would read the following paragraph and pronounce every word correctly, accroding to Webster. No one succeeded in earning the Dictionary, although nine teachers made the attempt: 'A sacrilegions son of Belial, who suffered from bronehitis, having exhausted his finances, in order to make good the deficit, resolved to ally himself to a comely, lenient, and docile young lady of the Malay or Caucasian race. He accordingly purchased a calliope and a necklace of a chameleon hus, and securing a suite of rooms at a principal hotel, he engaged the head waiter as his coadjutor. He then dispatched a letter of the most unexceptional caligraphy extant, inviting the young lady to a mantinee. She revolted at the idea, refused to consider herself sacrificable to his desires and sent a polite note of refusal; on receiving which he procured a carbine and bowie knife, said that he would now forge fetters hymeneal with the queen, went to an isolated spot. severed his jugular vein, and discharged the contents of his carbine into his abdomen. The debris was removed by the corner.

A FEW QUOTATIONS NOT FOUND IN THE BIBLE, SHAKESPEARE POPE, NOR HUDIBRAS.

In answer to the offer in our last issue, "to furnish a copy of EVERY SATURDAY free for one year to the person who gives the authorship of the greatest number of these quotations correctly," we have received many responses the successful ones being those of H. H. Craig and J. P. Walter of this city, and Walter H. Wilson, of St. Louis, Mo., who gave the authorship of all correctly in each case. We append the list completed: Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast. - [Congreve's Mourning Bride. Hell bath no fury like a woman scorned. - [1b. She walks the waters like a thing of life. - [Byron's Corsair. How happy could I be with either, were t'other dear charmer away. - [The beggars' Opera. - Gay. Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. - [Burns. Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. --- [Burn's Tam O'Shanter. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home. - [Byron's Don Juan. Between two worlds life hovers like a star upon the horizon's verge. - [1b. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view. - [Campbell's Pleasures of Hope. Like angels' visits, few and far between. ------[1b. His back to the field and his feet to the foe. ------[Campbell. Procrastination is the thief of time. ----- [Young's Night Thoughts. A gilded halo hovering round decay. ----- [Byron's Graour. They also serve who only stand and wait. ------ [Milton. The stern joy which warriors feel in foemen worthy of their steel. - [Scott's Lady of the Lake. To party gave up what was meant for mankind. - [Goldsmith's Retaliation. To point a moral or adorn a tale. - [John son's Vanity of Human Wishes. A little bench of needless bishops here, and there a chancellor in embryo. - [Shenstone's Schoolnistress. Made a sunshine in a shady place. ---- [Spencer's Faerie Queene. Airy tongues that syllable men's names. ----- [Milton's Mask of Comus. As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. - [Coleridge's Ancient Mariner. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. ------[Sterne's Sentimental Journey. A thing of beauty is a joy forver. ------ [Keat's Endymion?? A flower of meekness on a stem of grace. -----[Montgomery's World Before the Flood. 'Tis not in mortals to command success; we'll do more, deserve it. -----[Addison's Cat?. Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye, but turns to ashes on the lips. ---- [Moore's Lalla Rookh. Coming events cast their shadows before. ------ [Campbell. All went merry as a marriage bell. - [Byron's Childe Harrold. Where youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. ----[1b.